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Jay Lake
Date: 2011-10-25 05:57
Subject: [writing] Waking Finnegan via the Speed of Time
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My friend Chris W. Johnson has been experimenting with text abstracts and reconfigurations. His working goal was to have a Lorem Ipsum generator for English text corpii. However, he’s invented a rather Joycean text reconfigurator. I’ll have more to say about this later, when I’ve played with it a bit, but here’s my first effort, only the first 10,000 characters outputted from the text of my tor.com short story “The Speed of Time” through the application. The result is oddly poetic, I think. I do note that relatively large chunks of my original text survive in this sample, so I’ll have to experiment with letting the program break it down a bit further.


Probabilistic Text Generator version 1.0b3 [1] of 24-Oct-2011 by Chris W. Johnson.

Probabilities based on 9 character sequences. Unique 9 character sequences: 98,341 predicted; 11,542 actually present.

“The Speed of Time”

No, no. She was pretty sure the sacramentarium.

Most people who worked out in the Deep Dark.

Another thing she used to tell me was that everyone else, then spent their off-shifts talking about Allah or Hubbard or Jesus or the Ninefold Path.

It was as good a way as any heartbeat.

There is no t in e=mc2.

I’d argued with her then, missing her point back when understand, Sameera bumped into a man she’d never seen before.

He was dark skinned, in that frame of reference. Likewise if we were mayflies flowing water would be glacial.

So much for the stars to slow down, their light to pool listlessly before my eyes.

And you? What are you waiting for the five daily prayers.

She ached to abase herself before the God of her childhood, safely distant, largely abstract, living mostly in books and the careers of dozens of physicists.

In the end, they calibrated it to secretly attack the USS Fond du Lac on patrol in the Sea of Okhotsk. According to the boson rifle’s firing plan, the submarine should have roughly tripled in mass, immediately sunk with a large quantity of hard currency, not to mention the lives of hundreds of meters beneath the blighted taiga.

A casual misreading of quantum mechanics, combined with Politburo desperation for a way out of the rising fountain of energy from an extragalactic gamma ray burst, whispering the Last Boom didn’t really have a name when it was underway, except maybe to economists.

Sameera never really believed any of it, but she’d heard some very weird things listening in. In space it was always midnight, and ghosts never stopped for almost a hundred years.

* * *

Let me tell you a story about Sameera sought to pray in the dying power systems and cold-stored files and empty pairs of boots which can be found on every station, the deck of every ship, in the trajectory of that old Soviet weapon.

All you have to do is follow them, and find the crack in the world where everything went. One of these days, that’s where I’ll go, too.


© 2010, 2011, Joseph E. Lake, Jr. and Chris W. Johnson

Originally published at jlake.com. You can comment here or there.

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User: tillyjane
Date: 2011-10-25 15:54 (UTC)
Subject: there is a crack,a crack in everything
Well, now, you have improved my morning. I followed the links, read the story (like!), read the comments on the tor site (raised some dust there, didn't you?) and read the filtered language. OK Im ready for the day! Thanks
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